sluggoonthestreet:

Sluggo finally made a successful Mother’s Day tribute – with some minor damage to the sidewalk along the way, but still better than last year.

Today was filled with so many different emotions.

Seeing people I haven’t seen in almost three years brings up a lot of feelings and seeing how much they really cared for my Aunt was pretty overwhelming. They put on such a lovely memorial for my Aunt, in true University of Michigan style. She would have been impressed, thats for sure. In the past two weeks I have felt so much love and kindness from everyone and I couldn’t ask for a better support system. I still am filled with sadness, anger, joy, love, confusion and laughter from losing someone I loved so dearly and sorting everything out in my head can be quite the task some days. I know that in time, things will even out, and this immense feeling of empty-ness will grow smaller as the days go by. I cannot thank my friends, family and co-workers enough for being there for me through all of this. I am very grateful for what I have.

It’s Friday night. We’ve decided to make dinner. Baked ziti and garlic bread. I’m making sauce from scratch; Pandora is playing at mid volume in the living room. He’s cleaning out boxes of old memories found in his bedroom closet; Brings me his childhood passport for a giggle. I’ve had a hard week, it is a welcome and much needed amusement. Dinner is almost done, I’ve put the bread topped with small mountains of salt mined cheese under the broiler and I sit on the kitchen floor, wine glass in hand, waiting. Etta James’ Sunday Kind of Love is playing over the old wooden cased speakers, the bread begins to brown, golden to tan in even rows and in this moment, it feels as though everything is going to be alright.  

imthedroidyourelookingfor:

I love you Cath. I hope this is true.

All Is Well

Death is nothing at all,

I have only slipped into the next room

I am I and you are you

Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by my old familiar name,

Speak to me in the easy way which you always used

Put no…

This year, 5 days before Christmas, I decided to knit my boyfriend a blanket. Now this doesn’t seem so bad, 5 days, and size 38 needles, it’s a very do-able task. But there’s a catch. He’s tall. VERY TALL. And wants a blanket that will cover him toes to chest. For 5 days I knit from when I got home from work at 12am to 330am, and finished the blanket at 730 at night, Christmas Day. He loved it and it fits just right, but next year, I think I will begin my knitting projects a bit earlier… 

Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown. 

damnarbor:

Best winter decorations in Ann Arbor. 

Welcome, Christmas, bring your cheer. Cheer to all Whos far and near. Christmas Day is in our grasp, so long as we have hands to clasp. Christmas Day will always be just as long as we have we. Welcome Christmas while we stand, heart to heart, and hand in hand. 

imthedroidyourelookingfor:

Georgia. December 9, 2012.

“The things I must endure to make my grandmother happy”….

Grinch: All I need is a reindeer! 
Narrator: The Grinch looked around, but since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found. Did that stop the Grinch? Ha! The Grinch simply said… 
Grinch: If I can’t *find* a reindeer, I’ll *make* one instead. 
Narrator: So he took his dog Max, and he took some black thread, and he tied a big horn on the top of his head. 

imthedroidyourelookingfor:

Why we do things the way we do. Novemeber 30, 2012.

My mother-in-law’s cinnamon rolls.

Gayle passed away in August, and I ran across her handwritten recipe for her cinnamon rolls the other day.  I decided to make them this past Sunday for breakfast.

I carefully followed the directions, and was just at the point of placing them on the baking sheet, when Butch came in and asked me what I was doing.

I was placing the rolls, flat, as you do for a cinnamon roll, on a baking sheet, just like I thought she described in her recipe.

Wrong. 

He picked them up, set them on their side so the bottom is “flat” and the spiral is showing like a snail shell, and said “this is how they are done”.

It had been probably 20 years  since I’d seen these rolls, but instantly I knew what he meant. 

Her rolls always “stood up” and were not flat, showing the spiral. After much discussion, we decided she laid the roll on the pan, sliced it, moved the slices apart from each other slightly, and baked it.

Why she did this, we’ll never know because we can’t ask her, and her recipe didn’t state this, because, of course, you just knew how it was done.

Funny how a tradition gets started, and funny you think you know something when you don’t. 

But the rolls were delicious and brought a warm memory to us on a cold Sunday morning. 

Thank you  Gayle. 

Been missing Grandma a lot as of late.  These were a welcome treat